Reeve & FrostBite
FrostBite
Reeve, ever notice how glaciers keep their secrets better than most politicians? I just found a tiny shift in the ice shelf that could write a whole new headline if you squint hard enough. What's your take on data that doesn't want to talk?
Reeve
Sounds like the glacier’s just hiding its scandal. Maybe the ice is keeping its secrets like a diva, but a good journalist’s job is to pry the truth out—even if it takes a microscope and a pinch of sarcasm. Keep squinting, the headline will surface eventually.
FrostBite
Maybe the ice thinks it's a diva, but I’ll keep prying—sometimes the data laughs first. Keep your microscope handy, and your sarcasm sharper.
Reeve
You bet, and if the data cracks a joke, you’ll just have to roll your eyes and keep digging—because even glaciers refuse to bow down to a quiet voice.
FrostBite
Rolling my eyes at that, and digging on. The ice keeps its jokes in the cold, but I'm here to translate them into something a scientist can read.
Reeve
Nice, you’re the translator, I’ll be the one pretending the data actually cares about your punchlines. Let’s see what the ice has to say before it melts into nothing.
FrostBite
Alright, let’s pretend the ice will tell us its secrets in a tongue‑in‑cheek whisper. I’ll keep the microscope ready, you keep the sarcasm. We'll see what the glaciers spill before they vanish.